dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today

Tomorrow after tomorrow

Perhaps December should be an official holiday month. Thoughts of work are left behind when people travel, and even if one doesn’t travel, work is the last thing on the mind.

Near the end of this seemingly endless week, I texted Mr Chua to meet for lunch. We caught up over two bowls of sumptous laksa. Holiday, relationships, baby, work. Then he pulled out this book , a project that he pursued with three other photographers, documenting the last journey of seven terminally ill patients.

He said shooting this project has made him cherish the people around him and made him reflect on his priorities in life.

“It is innately human to be lazy, we always think that things can be done tomorrow. We procrastinate because there’s always a tomorrow.”

I carried the book and flipped through it on my office desk.

Sometimes when life seems a bore, and nothing seems to be able to cheer you up, a few simple words and pictures can mean so much. Poring through the pages, I thought, they have so little time left, and yet they are already trying to do so much. What am I, a healthy being, doing?

You’re right, Mr Chua, we keep thinking that tomorrow will come. But we don’t realise that nobody is guaranteed a tomorrow. We are only granted today.